n those few minutes that the little love I ever had for him
turned to loathing--and that's a frightful thing to say about one's
father, so I hope you won't remember it."

"We have a very mutual respect for each other in loathing that
gentleman," I announced. "But tell me quickly--were you safe after
that?"

"Oh, yes, for I began to temporize. Echochee wanted to kill them, of
course--that being her only solution. But I hoped we might manage to
escape if they could be put off a few days."

"And you were in the small boat when they tied on the bomb?"

"Heavens, yes. But I'd no idea it was your yacht, even then--although I
thought I recognized your friends taking pictures the morning we left
Havana, and was about to call to them when my father, always suspicious,
burst into my room."

"It must have been hellish," I growled.

"It was all of that. And especially as always before he'd tried to be
kind--at least, he was extremely deferential. That night at Key West he
and the captain left in a small boat, and when they came back I was
ordered into it. I think he must have been crazy, really, for he said
that he was going to show me what they did to traitors--that was my new
name then, you know--and shoved a package of something in my face. The
captain cursed him for it--and I'd never before heard him treated with
the slightest disrespect, but when I found out what the thing was I
hoped it would blow up and destroy us all. I only thank God that it
didn't go off and kill--my rescuer," she murmured.

"Then you did call that it wasn't fair?"

"I had to protest! Oh, but he was a demon then," she added, and I
clenched my fists, remembering what Gates had said. "But he used to be
kind," she added, sadly, "and I ought to remember him for that, don't
you suppose so? We have a wonderful library on the islands, and when I
was very young he began my education. Do you know," she looked up, "I
still remember my first lesson in grammar? He taught me by the days!"

"Quite a remarkable thing, that, to remember so far back," I smiled,
whereupon she made a little grimace. "How do you mean--by the days?"

"I was taught a tomorrow, not alone because I could recognize today but
because I remembered yesterday, and was shown how these were the past,
present, and future tenses of our lives; that the present participle is
Living, and the infinitive is----"

"To love?" I suggested.

"To live," she said evenly, and I bit my tongue. "He made